I was in Vegas working a convention, which translates into very long days on your feet, late dinners and even later partying. It was Wed. night and I came back to my suite at about 2am and I turned my computer to check e-mail, as I was still a little wired from dancing. While online, I checked the a swinging site that I belong to and noticed a woman who was also on-line in Vegas. I read her profile and she sounded very interesting. As you all know, after you read enough mindless profiles they all start sounding the same. For me, subtle cleverness is much more of a turn-on than, "I'll suck you balls dry if you have an 8" cock."
I invited her to a chat and she accepted.
"You're up late," I started.
"Yep, just got off work. My feet and calves are killing me. How come you're up?" she asked.
"Just got back from The Beach," I told her.
"The Beach ... that flight must have sucked!" she said
"No," I said, "the Beach nightclub. I was dancing until 2am. Just winding down."
That was just the start. We clicked immediately and our minds wandered into a playful conversation of wit and charm that was so much fun, neither of us wanted to stop. We chatted for the next 1-1/2 hrs until 4am.
But, something happens to the brain at 4am, where all the body's forces are screaming SLEEP!! We both started to fade.
"I've really got to go now and get SOME sleep tonight ... I have to be up at 6am!" she said.
"Yea, me too," I replied.
"When are you leaving Vegas?" she asked.
"I'm on a plane tomorrow night .. bummer, eh? Sounds like we could have had a blast together," I replied, "and you're in BAD need of a GREAT foot massage
."
"Yes, I think so too .. and YES I really could use a massage," she replied. "How about tomorrow during the day? I'm free after I drop off my kids at school. Give me a call in the morning."
I got her phone number and we both signed off. If I wasn't so exhausted, I don't think I would have gotten a second of sleep that night in anticipation of the next day.
I called her at about 9:30am. She had a normal, warm voice, not affected by smoking or "trying" to be sexy, just simply pleasant. I invited her over to my suite for the promised massage at 11am and she agreed to bring over some massage oil or baby oil. I called the front desk and arranged for a late check out at 1pm.
I told my coworkers that I had an off-site meeting from 11am-1pm. This wasn't unusual and it didn't raise even an eyebrow. I made it back to my room and awaited my "client".
She arrived at my suite several minutes late. She apologized, saying that traffic was worse than she anticipated. I thought it was very sweet that she had the politeness to offer an apology and it was consistent with the mature, intelligent woman I got to know online just 7 hours ago.
She was attractive, but not a raging beauty. She was taller than my wife and thicker all over at about 5'7" and probably 150 pounds. She had curly brown hair that stiffly flowed to her shoulders and very pleasant eyes and complexion. Her shape was proportionate and curvy in a classic sense. She wore a white silk, tailored, short sleeved button-down blouse, which was only unbuttoned one, or 2 buttons from the top and one button from the bottom, much as a professional woman might loosen up after a hard day's work. Her blouse was un-tucked and hug suspended off what appeared to be a very nice chest. Where her shirt left her chest, I could just make out the delicate lacy pattern of her bra and where her breasts slightly overflowed the cups. On her bottom, she wore a tailored black slit skirt, which hugged her hips beautifully and ended tastefully above the knee. She wore stockings and as I looked closer I could see the faint outline of a garter belt through her skirt material along the top of her thighs. Her shoes where high healed, but were not trashy or inappropriate for the rest of the outfit. She held a small, dark purple velour bag in her hand that was closed by a golden drawl string at the top. She simply looked like a classy lady.
After her apology and my acceptance, we looked at each other directly as her grin slowly grew on her face. I became aware of my smile as well. How pleasant a face she had and her smile told me that she was at least satisfied and maybe even pleased with what she was seeing. I am 6'1", 170 pounds and in good shape. I'm not muscle bound, but I'm not skinny either. I guess I would say I have an athletic build. At 42 and after 20 years of marriage, work and kids, I still have the majority of my hair, though I have gotten gray on the sides. I've been told that I am handsome, but I am not male model material. I had changed tight fitting plain white tee shirt and black dress pants.
"Madame," I said in a really cheesy half continental, half French accent, "thank you for choosing our massage clinic today. As I see from the notes here, we are emphasizing the feet and legs. Is that correct?"
Her smile grew from ear to ear at the sound of the affected accent. I knew from our chat the evening prior that she'd appreciate the humor and thoughtful initiative that the role-play represented.
"Yes, that is correct. I was also told that this salon requests their clients bring their favorite massage oil. I have that here," and with the slightest giggle, she raised the hand holding the bag toward me.
"Of course, very good," I replied as I reached forward in a faux professional manner and took the bag from her hand. I opened the bag and saw not only a bottle of massage oil, but also a pack of un-lubricated ultra-thin condoms and a small bottle of warming lubricant.
I looked back up at her with a smile, "Very good Madame, everything seems to be in order. Shall we get started?"
"Yes please," she replied.
"First, we must get you out of those shoes," I said as I motioned for her to sit down on the couch in the sitting area. I knelt down in front of her, placed both hands around her ankles and slid them firmly up to the top of her calf. Pausing there for a minute, I gave her calf a gentle kneading and slowly worked my way back down her leg to her ankle. When I reached her ankle I raised her foot off the floor, placing the heel and sole of her shoe on my thigh. As I unbuckled the strap of her shoe, I was able to get a glimpse up her skirt at the top of her thigh-high stockings. She had very nice and shapely legs. I placed that foot down and did the same on the other leg. She was leaning forward this entire time, watching my every move.
I motioned for her to stand and as we both did, I said, "Though we will be focusing on your feet and legs, it is a whole body massage that you have requested. Is that also correct?"
With a coy smile she said, "Yes, that is correct."
"Well then, it will be necessary to shed as much of your clothing as you feel comfortable with," I said. "Would you like me to assist you with that while we start the relaxation portion of the massage?"
"Yes, please do," she replied.
With that, I slowly moved my body behind her. I started by gently raking my fingers in her scalp from the front to the back of her head and eventually drew my strokes down the back of her neck. She bent her head forward I stroked forward and back as I slowly scraped back. On a final stroke backwards, I allowed my touch to lighten, barely touching her skin on the back of her neck and shoulders. I felt her body shutter several times as I tantalized the fine, sensitive hairs of her neck.
With my hands now massaging her shoulders, I took a hand full of her thick curly hair from her right shoulder and brought it back and behind her neck, exposing her right cheek and neck. I stepped a little closer and lowered my head next to hers so that I was now looking down over her shoulder and down the front of her blouse and such that she could feel my breath on her now bare neck. I allowed my hard-on, now pushing against the inside of my pants, to just barely brush her ass thru her skirt for a moment and then kept myself back and away as she tried to push her ass back against me. She let out a slight, "mmmmm," half out of excitement and half out of frustration.